We DON'T wear Short Shorts!

Since this week has been filled with heavy, mournful, and deeply disturbing events, and since I am writing about the most frivolous of frivolities, I decided to go even deeper into my shallowness and talk about shorts. Shorts are the one item of clothing you will not find ANYWHERE in my closet or in my drawers. I have not worn shorts since 1985. I'm not kidding. It was 1985 at Camp Hollywoodland. You will not EVER see me in shorts unless I am: a.)being held at gunpoint or b.) raising money for charity. And it would have to be a lot of money. Like a hundred thousand dollars.

I do not wear shorts because I have, as my mom recently told me, my grandmother's legs. After she told me that I have Grandma Hollis' legs she said, "They were like tree trunks!" I don't think I said anything in response, but what I thought was, "Great. That's just what every woman wants to hear: Come on baby, bring those sexy tree trunks over here!" Tree trunks. I do not jest. You can ask my mom.

Outfit:

I call this outfit Liberace meets the hair washing girl at the salon.

Wrap Shirt: Clothing Swap (worn on day two)

Ruffle Shirt: I found this at The Salvation Army in Massachusetts close to my mom's town

Jeans: I was given these by my best friend. She added some cool detail, cause she's crafty like that, but the detail has been destroyed. I still love them and wear them because they are sooooo comfy. You can check out her site on Etsy: http://www.etsy.com/shop/BabyHaHa. Right now she is selling vintage shoes, but there is plenty more to come because she is a very talented designer. All of my children have amazing blankets and stuffed animals she made for them. I will have to put them up here. You will love them! She's the best!

Shoes: Same as yesterday

Cuff: Handmade by another talented friend!